I chose my own time to get depressed,
and
then I chose my own time to visit nature — and to sleep in my same dreams.
I just lost my second chance at the same dream, and
I am grieving.
So I leave myself alone with all the emotions.
I walk like I have no energy.
I can’t smile at you, because I don’t think
I have the energy to do that either.
So I sit still, writing as much as I can —
so I don’t spiral into acceptance.
